A secret map is the memory
so I remember daily
How your empathy rides across the winds
Where the treetops dream of the divine.
My antlers illuminated
where my thoughts
Rise at the sun's availed touch.
We are part drops of water, kneeling
to the fish:
Hummingbirds come to your window
And say, "We have captured the voice
Of your Sweetheart's heartbeat
in an anthology written of you and him
from the hands of God."
I was with you in Europe
when your eyes traced towns with observant meaning.
I was with you
when your heart lept at the glimpse of tiny worlds
that made you wonder if only you
were seeing them.
I was with you
when loneliness covered you as you waited
and wondered when he'd return.
I was with you
when burning brands filled your swan's heart
when the storms of heavy words chased you
like assassins on the loose.
I was with you
as you dreamt of one
that would run through the gates of your love,
your swan's heart,
after preparing a feast for a king.
Madcap seismographic results, elastic
abstraction it may have been,
To all whom have been in the crosshairs,
But I waited
in my own shadows, in the stew of stormy skies
collecting the ramparts, absolutely
weightless, blurred by all that is
imperishable.
I waited for you
for all these years,
and now the field has leveled.
I wait for you even now
as I sleep upon your heart
like the bee that sleeps
in the pillowed arms of the rose.
